I’m tired – Poem

I’m tired of the nightmares and reaccurring dreams,
can’t someone tell me what the hell it all means.
I’m tired of knowing i haven’t met my end,
and of knowing the fact i have no true friends.
My evil sub-consious is taking control,
someone should seal me in a deep dark hole.
I don’t know why i feel this way,
i just know it gets stronger each and everyday.
The horror i see each night in my mind,
the reason for this i still can’t find.
The ppl i trust i don’t know if i should,
i believe i should be in a box made of wood.
My life is hell that’s made up of lies,
and the only way out is if everyone dies.
I’m tired of the ppl who think it’s fun to lie to me,
but in the end they’ll roast in hell beside me they will be.
I’m tired of the users and ppl who’ve betrayed,
and they don’t even know i know i’m being played.
When i look into a mirror i see a demons face,
i no longer think i belong in this place.
A loaded gun i’m looking to find,
so i can leave this world behind.
I’m tired now i’m going to bed,
someone will find me with a bullet in my head.